only to prostrate them--and imaginings which have led to my destruction.
Sacred is the duty of a parent, and heavy must be the account of those
who desert their children, and are required by Heaven to render up an
account of the important trust. Couldst thou, oh! father, but now behold
thy son! God Almighty!--but I will not curse you, father! No, no"--and I
burst into tears, as I leant against the damp walls of the prison.
The day at last broke, and the sun rose, and poured his beaming rays
through the barred windows. I looked at myself, and was shocked at my
appearance; my smock-frock was covered with black mud, my clothes were
equally disfigured. I had lost my hat when in the water, and I felt the
dry mud cracking on my cheeks. I put my hands up to my head, and I
pulled a quantity of duck-weed out of my matted and tangled hair. I
thought of the appearance I should make when summoned before the
magistrates, and how much it would go against me. "Good God!" thought I,
"who, of all the world of fashion--who, of all those who once caught my
salutation so eagerly--who, of all those worldly-minded girls, who smiled
upon me but one short twelve months since, would imagine, or believe,
that Japhet Newland could ever have sunk so low--and how has he so
fallen? Alas! because he would be honest, and had strength of mind
enough to adhere to his resolution. Well, well, God's will be done; I
care not for life; but still an ignominious death--to go out of the
world like a dog, and that too without finding out who is my father."
And I put my fettered hands up and pressed my burning brow, and remained
in a sort of apathetic sullen mood, until I was startled by the opening
of the door, and the appearance of the constables. They led me out
among a crowd, through which, with difficulty, they could force their
way, and followed by the majority of the population of Hounslow, who
made their complimentary remarks upon the _footpad_, I was brought
before the magistrates. The large stout man was then called up to give
his evidence, and deposed as follows:--
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